He is always late at those military dinners." "That will do; you may go." "Shall I not light the lamp, my lady ?" "No; be good enough to leave me." Sybilla quitted the room, her white teeth, set together in a viperish clinch.
"How she hates me, and how resolved she is to show it! Very well, my lady.

You don't hate me one thousandth part as much as I hate you; and yet my hatred of you is but a drop in the ocean compared to my deadly vengeance against your husband.

Go, my haughty Lady Kingsland--go to your tryst--go to your death!" Left alone, Harriet sat in the deepening darkness for over three hours, never moving--still and motionless as if turned to stone.
The pretty Swiss clock played a waltz preparatory to striking eleven.
She sat and listened until the last musical chime died away; then she rose, groped her way to the low, marble chimney-piece, struck a lucifer, and lighted a large lamp.
The brilliant light flooded the room.

Sybilla's rap came that same instant softly upon the door.
"My lady." "I hear," my lady said, not opening it.

"What is it ?" "All have retired; the house is as still as the grave.